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Sunday, October 02, 2005
In a calloused heart.

"Afraid to like; afraid to love; afraid to give; afraid of anything that will leave the heart to be hurt. Heart; a place precious to all. Yet so fragile and delicate.

Broken once, broken twice. The broken parts are so mixed up it is difficult to differentiate those parts that are numbed or still lying there, unattended.

If Love is all we want, perhaps Love is all we need. And if Love is all we need, it may be the only glue that can piece broken pieces together."

Unknown.

maoed.
at 10:32 AM